YoungBoy Never Broke Again - More Wheezy

(Wheezy outta here)
These nigga lamer than a motherfucker
Free my, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy
What it is?
Uh, uh, uh

Gotta suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag

Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk
Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks
And, my youngins tsunami the block
Got a VVS stone on all of my kids
Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (yeah)
Just say, "Top, don't stop" (uh-uh)
I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge
Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges
I went bought new image straight out the dentist
I can't stop the reppin', keep the dead in my mentions
We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence
I got sonic jets that get me from the meaning
Makin' sure they hear me clear all through your city
Play with her cat, she fuck up inside my Bentley (hold up, wow, wow)
Play with that sack, got to run it through that and I get it (wow, wow)
We 'bout to come for the high 10 million
We slimin' we grimin', we come up from robbin'
And, every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant
No understandin' with half my women
She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off
Startin' shit at my house with half of my bitches, she trippin'

Gotta suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag
Gotta suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag

Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment
Since I'm holdin' the trenches, fuck it
I got the economy movin' on side of me
Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin'
I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin
Now, I got the remedy, chemistry, fifty complete
They thought that they knew I'd fumble
Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin'
Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer
Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer
See the print on my hip, that that blick, play wit llama
We kill you, what they gon' run say to your momma
Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral
I don't like to get even, I'm really a general
Don't send me on beats, I ain't spittin' on nothin'
Fuck with my niggas, Wheezy more wheezy

Gotta suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag (Wheezy more Wheezy)

Written by:
Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

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